This is Barrett, my roommate. The yellow hangy-down-thingy by his face is a small rubber chicken that poops out an egg when you squeeze it. Seeing that we had both a rubber chicken, and a string used to pull down the attic door, Barrett figured what better to do than to combine the two and make a game out of it. What's the game? It has not yet received a name (and we haven't played it in a while), however the goal of it is for a person to run and jump and hit the rubber chicken as hard as they can with their forehead to see if you can make it swing back and hit the ceiling. Barrett was very successful. I post this blog to show that, though drowned by college, our imaginations are yet thriving. In fact, Barrett lined up plastic army men atop the ledge that hangs over our sliding glass door and invited us all to shoot them down with nerf guns. Thanks to Barrett, studying for finals has been a little less stressful this year. I give him a heartfelt 'woot'.